Every Day Kind Of Love

I never expected this. I don't even know what to call these feelings...do they have a name? Do I dare call this love?  I wonder why after every glimmer of desire in my body has been satisfied, the deep fierce aching and rising heat after the excruciating glory of release and the cries of need and pleasure echo through the air, my soul slips from me to you, without choice, question, and wraps itself around us forever.  I am no longer i and you for no longer you for we are simply we. We are like the breath of the new moon as I carry you like a ray of sunshine deep in my heart. How dare I not call this love, for it is love in its purest, most intimate form? 

fungirlmmm fungirlmmm
46-50, F
2 Responses Mar 11, 2010

Hehe! I am just h*rny. lol

Now that is sweet! :)